Sometimes life is like this tunnel. You can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you keep moving, you will come to a better place.

A note to all creatives:

Right now, you have to be a team player. You cannot complain about AI being used to fuck over your industry and then turn around and use it on somebody else’s industry.

No AI book covers. No making funny little videos using deepfakes to make an actor say stuff they never did. No AI translation of your book. No AI audiobooks. No AI generated moodboards or fancasts or any of that shit. No feeding someone else’s unfinished work into Chat GPT “because you just want to know how it ends*” (what the fuck is wrong with you?). No playing around with AI generated 3D assets you can’t ascertain the origin of. None of it. And stop using AI filters on your selfies or ESPECIALLY using AI on somebody else’s photo or artwork.

We are at a crossroad and at a time of historically shitty conditions for working artists across ALL creative fields, and we gotta stick together. And you know what? Not only is standing up for other artists against exploitation and theft the morally correct thing to do, it’s also the professionally smartest thing to do, too. Because the corporations will fuck you over too, and then they do it’s your peers that will hold you up. And we have a long memory.

Don’t make the mistake of thinking “your peers” are only the people in your own industry. Writers can’t succeed without artists, editors, translators, etc making their books a reality. Illustrators depend on writers and editors for work. Video creators co-exist with voice actors and animators and people who do 3D rendering etc. If you piss off everyone else but the ones who do the exact same job you do, congratulations! You’ve just sunk your career.

Always remember: the artists who succeed in this career path, the ones who get hired or are sought after for commissions or collaboration, they aren’t the super talented “fuck you I got mine” types. They’re the one who show up to do the work and are easy to get along with.

And they especially are not scabs.

*that’s not even how it ends that’s a statistically likely and creatively boring way for it to end. Why would you even want to read that.

sorry but like satosugu is actually real. not saying this in a basic shopping way but like GENUINELY.

gojos last words to getou??? the secrecy behind it?? the fact that it was localized AND that it was three words (confirmed)???? that gojo says “love is the most twisted curse of all” earlier and getou says “at least curse me on the end” after his eye go wide????? BRO WE KNOW!!!! WE KNOW GOJO SAID I LOVE YOU AND WE KNOOOWWW THEYRE REAL IM GONNA START FUCKING CLAWING AT THE WALLS?????????

like we ALL know. WE KNOW.

while it’s justified to complain about x reader fics taking up space in the main tags or people not using a read more, the conversation around it is so hurtful to people who read and write x reader fiction. The main problem here is tumblr’s tagging system and individual users not adhering to basic curtesy. Like there’s no need to insult people who self-ship and pretend that character/character or OC/character fics are inherently any better or less cringe. Labeling an entire subset of fandom, one which thrives on inclusivity, self-love, and overall body positivity, as cringe and awful, says more about you than it says about people who self-ship imo

“ditto” mv behind the scenes

EVERLARK OUTFITS: THE VICTORY TOUR

This part of “Catching Fire” is done (finally) so I put it all together;) DISTRICT 11, THE SQUARE

I go to my compartment and let the prep team do my hair and makeup. Cinna comes in with a pretty orange frock patterned with autumn leaves. I think how much Peeta will like the color. <…> As the train is pulling into the District 11 station, Cinna puts the finishing touches on my outfit, switching my orange hairband for one of metallic gold and securing the mockingjay pin I wore in the arena to my dress. <…> I can hear the anthem beginning outside in the square. Someone clips a microphone on me. Peeta takes my left hand. // Catching Fire, ch. 4

I think this dress should be a little semi-official so I choose cape sleeve sheath midi dress. It’s perfect for autumn (and they have early autumn weather there in 11th). The hair is just plain + gold hairband = girlish innocent look like the one after the games (this tactics they choose for the Tour). Plus I wanted to draw Katniss with her natural straight hair because i draw her with her braid usually ;) And again nothing about Peeta’s outfit. You know I feel like Portia 😅 because I have to choose how to dress Peeta. I’m not complaining through. So it is black suit with golden buttons (matching Katniss’s hairband and pin), thin soft orange sweater and black leather shoes.

DISTRICT 11, THE DINNER

A pale pink strapless dress brushes my shoes. My hair is pinned back from my face and falling down my back in a shower of ringlets. Cinna comes up behind me and arranges a shimmering silver wrap around my shoulders. He catches my eye in the mirror. “Like it?”  “It’s beautiful. As always,” I say. “Let’s see how it looks with a smile,” he says gently. // Catching Fire, ch.5

DISTRICT 7

Jackson has devised a game called «Real or Not Real» to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it’s true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation. <…> But since Peeta’s greatest confusion centers around me—and not everything can be explained simply—our exchanges are painful and loaded, even though we touch on only the most superficial of details. The color of my dress in 7. My preference for cheese buns. The name of our math teacher when we were little. Reconstructing his memory of me is excruciating. Perhaps it isn’t even possible after what Snow did to him. But it does feel right to help him try. // Mockingjay, ch. 19

So we have only one sentence in “Mockingjay” about this outfit. And still I decided to draw it because I have a theory (head canon?) about it. I think Peeta remembers the color of her dress because it was special night for him (a lot of kisses and attempts to sneak away from everyone and maybe it felt very real at times) and also because she had two braids and the dress was red. RED is the color ❤️. / Peeta has dark red + black + a little bit gold which is also sexy color combination.

DISTRICT 5 I volunteer to take Annie back to my house in 12, where Cinna left a variety of evening clothes in a big storage closet downstairs. All of the wedding gowns he designed for me went back to the Capitol, but there are some dresses I wore on the Victory Tour.  <…> Annie wears a green silk dress I wore in 5, Finnick one of Peeta’s suits that they altered— the clothes are striking. <…>  As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie’s gown were done by Cinna’s hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta’s.  // Mockingjay, ch. 16

Katniss: green silk dress + wavy sleeves + sea waves embroidery / Peeta: ivory dress shirt + knitted green waistcoat with sea waves embroidery + tweed suit

DISTRICT 2

Girl talk. That thing I’ve always been so bad at. Opinions on clothes, hair, makeup. So I lie. “Yeah, he’s been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet.” Velvet. The only fabric. I could think of off the top of my head. “I have. On your tour. That strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back,” says Johanna. // Catching Fire, Chapter 15

This description gave me strong “Anastasia” feels 😅. So I loosely based Katniss dress on Anastasia’s ballet evening gown. For Peeta I chose tuxedo jacket similar to Salvatore Ferragamo design for FF 12/13.  Neo classic, purple velvet, shiny shoes. Also I decided to include a cane, both to help Peeta to have some rest during all this Tour activities and as an accessory.

DISTRICT 12

When we reach the mayor’s house, I only have time to give Madge a quick hug before Effie hustles me off to the third floor to get ready. After I’m prepped and dressed in a full-length silver gown, I’ve still got an hour to kill before the dinner, so I slip off to find her. <…> She [Madge] saw my reflection behind her and smiled. “Look at you. Like you came right off the streets of the Capitol.” // Catching Fire, ch.6

When I started drawing this one I just felt that I need to make it look very “Capitol”. So I added some feathers. A LOT of sparkling feathers, haha. Also there are some “moon and stars” accessories in Katniss’ hair because this silver gown gives me moonlight vibes. For Peeta I came up with classic suit but made him wear it casually.

I love how Howl and Sophie’s relationship developed, it started from him being the charming prince, seemingly perfect, until she gradually finding out the inner side of him, fragile and lonely and afraid, and then she came to his rescue.

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Jujutsu Kaisen 2nd Season 

Gojo lighting study✨🦋

bro fuck this twink

LOOK AT THIS MAN! LOOK AT THIS WHORE!

HES SO ATTRACTIVE HES TOOO ATTRACTIVE IMAGINE THIS BEING UR FUCKING TEACHER???? IMAGINE GOING ON YOUR 1ST DATE WITH HIM AND HES JUST PERFECT AND CHARISMATIC AND FUNNY AND YOU FEEL SO LIGHT IN HIS PRESENCE. WHEN YOU START DATING HE’S YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOUR LOVER, GROCERY SHOPPING AT 3AM, LATE NIGHT DRIVES, MOVIE DATES IM SORRY BUT BOYFRIEND GOJO I-

me core.

See also:

life gets better. dont get into jujutsu kaisen

gojo is so careless with his words. he drops the honourifics so quickly, switching to casual speech within minutes of meeting. he calls your first name so easily, and just as smoothly slips into calling you sweetheart, babe, darling, as if you'd been his for years. it's why he has such a reputation, after all. he's always so friendly, so chummy with everyone. you've seen the girls that loiter around and the way he talks to them, so casual, flirty, so close. so the first time gojo says i love you, babe, you're the best, you don't take it seriously at all, even tho your heart flutters stupidly as if he meant it. love is a curse, it's true. you slowly get used to it, sometimes ignoring it, sometimes even playing along, saying yes yes okay i know you love me you big idiot, struggling to hold the butterflies back as he hugs you exaggeratedly, cheering for whatever you've agreed to at his earnest pleading. he's always so flippant about the names, the words, it's almost meaningless. you think he does it to everyone he meets.

so it comes as a surprise when geto tells you it's not true. you're the only one he calls his baby, geto says offhandedly one day. he doesn't call anyone else that way. your brows furrow. a baby? that's not very flattering, you comment. the conversation is quickly swept aside as ieiri walks in, followed by the man in question, his voice brightly announcing the entrance of DONUTS THAT SHOKO AND I BOUGHT FOR EVERYONE! now now calm down everyone, no need to cheer or clamour, there's plenty for everybody and i accept thanks in the form of cash, credit or kisses- OW! he stops abruptly as ieiri smacks his head hard, and geto sniggers. glancing at the clock, you're running late, so you ask ieiri to keep one donut for you and dash off, leaving them in the common area.

(gojo stares after you. do you think they're avoiding me? he squints at the door, watching the traces of your energy leaving the building. nah, ieiri drawls, if anyone is going to avoid you it'll be us, don't u think? geto snorts. yeah, we'll be the first to leave, don't worry your pretty little head about it. gojo decides that maybe suguru and shoko are right. he huffs, but i chose the flavours they like! geto picks up a chocolate oreo donut. then you should keep some aside for them before we finish it, or before nanami and haibara get here, he says, taking a bite and savouring it. geto grins. you know how nanami gets about bread. the three share a chuckle at their shy kouhai, but before gojo can say anything, shoko hands him a small box. do your job, mr wannabe-boyfriend. she smirks, and gojo snatches the box out of her hands. we aren't dating! yet)

later that evening you answer the door to see gojo standing tall, proudly holding out the donuts he saved for you in the little box. i told shoko that i only needed one, you say, counting three in the box. couldn't i spoil my baby a little? he teases, and you roll your eyes. you decide to share the donuts, since both of you have had dinner already. sitting in the little stairwell, you reach for one of the donuts, only to have gojo pick it up first. you look up in confusion and annoyance and see him holding it out to you, beaming. you blush, but you take a bite of the donut in his hands anyway, and snatch it out of his hands. gojo watches the blush dance across your cheeks as you quietly finish the donut. he smiles, you're so cute when you're shy like that. that's why it's fun to tease you. you choke. you've never heard such a gentle and genuine tone come from gojo satoru. are you treating me like a child?! you squeak indignantly at him. he laughs. i told you i wanted to spoil my baby, didn't i? gojo wipes the crumbs off the edge of your lips with his thumb affectionately as you struggle to keep your feelings under control. you avert your eyes. stop it. i'll hate you if you're just acting like this for fun. gojo's hand stops momentarily, then cups your cheek. you close your eyes to stop yourself from looking at him, but his voice reaches your ears: i'm not doing this for fun. i want you to be mine. just this once, won't you say yes to me? your eyes fly open in surprise as you turn to look at him. gojo's tone is serious, but gentle, unlike anything you've heard from him. no teasing lilt, no cheeky smiles, patiently waiting for an answer. say yes to what? you question. and gojo strokes your face, humming. say yes to being mine, of course. you stare at him in stunned silence, replaying his words, his tone, his actions over and over in your head for what seems like ages. finally, you manage to stammer out an okay, and gojo breaks into the widest smile of the evening. a genuinely happy smile, and it makes you smile, too. then you hear it.

i love you.

you've barely begun to process the words when gojo leans down and kisses you, soft, warm, and wanting. you close your eyes, letting yourself indulge in the moment when gojo is being so sweet, just for you. he shifts closer, pulling you into a hug, lips still glued to yours. but you break free.

satoru, you idiot, you've dropped the donuts!

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getting together with gojo,,,,,,,, i can hear his laughter ringing in my head after u scold him

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omg have i stopped writing smut???? no, i'm taking a small break bc all i have is fluff my brain only fluff no smut just fluff,,, have many many comfort everyone.

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